Page 65 of Dark Alliance
As long as she remembers who’s really in charge.
Ignoring my dick—which is attempting to drill a hole through my pants—I cup her chin and stare into her eyes. They’re extra catlike tonight, the thick, dark liner making the gold flecks pop. “Fuck, Cat. I know I’m the one who suggested this clandestine meeting, but maybe we should probably stop here.”
“If you think I’m letting you get away with all those texts, you’ve got another thing coming.”
Pulling away, she strokes my neck with her tongue. Though I ache to bend her over one of the wine barrels posing as café tables, I don’t.
Doing this here carries real risks. Her family’s right upstairs, along with Finn and a host of other Gallaghers.
She hoists her dress up, hops up on a barrel, and cradles between her thighs.
“Cat… Baby, we?—”
She bites down on my shoulder, her fingers playing with my nipple.
Fuuuuuck.
I unzip my fly, hold her thigh with one hand, and sink into her warm, wet heat with a groan.
I’m so glad I didn’t bend her over the barrel, as that would have prevented me from meeting my siren’s gorgeous glowing eyes. I plunge in and out of her—faster since we don’t have much time—while I dream about how I’m going to enjoy fucking her properly all night long.
Her place…my place…I don’t care. This green gown will soon be history so I can explore every square inch of her curvaceous body.
Hope she’s not too tired after this party, because we’ll be up late tonight.
As her mouth attacks mine, she slides a hand between us to rub her clit in rhythm with our thrusts. She climbs the hill quickly, her muscles tensing around my cock with each rock of our hips. She may not have been able to control herself, but she knows that we have maybe five minutes before people start missing us.
She feels amazing, and the angle allows me to go deep as she writhes and bucks against me.
“Connor…” She bites down on my bottom lip, her free hand digging into my shoulder. “I’m so close. Shit…”
I cup her ass and haul her up, thrusting harder.
My hips are pistoning now, and I think we might finish together as I watch my cock pound in and out.
I press my forehead against her shoulder, groaning low and panting against her skin. “Yes, Cat…”
My head spins as we ride the wave together?—
Bang!
The cellar door slams against the opposite wall.
I whirl around, slipping out of Cat asTony di Norelli’s silhouette fills the doorway. Even in the darkened room, his hulking shape is a dead giveaway.
Fuck fuckity fuck. This bastard is Nino’s best buddy, and from what she’s told me, also Cat’s ex…
“You treasonous bitch.” He pounds a fist on the door. “Wait until Nino hears about this!”
“It’s not like that, Tony. Calm down.” Cat jumps off the wine barrel before straightening her gown and smoothing her hair.
He’s not blind.
I keep my mouth shut as I tuck myself into my pants. Speaking up won’t get me anywhere.
I recognize this guy’s type. He’s the only ex-boyfriend Cat’s ever spoken of, and he’s been Nino’s shadow ever since their summer fling seven or eight years back. He’s got it bad for her and won’t let go.
I get it, buddy. I do.
